"Well, all I really want to do is love you
A kind much closer than friends use
But I still can't say it after all we've been through
And all I really want from you is to feel me
As the feeling inside keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me"
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 23, 2012
I've got a love letter drafted in my head, been kinda busy to write it out.
Being busy is such a lousy and unacceptable excuse. Sometimes i'm really mad at myself for using busy-ness as a convenient excuse, I mean I really am busy, but that doesn't make it okay. Ideally I should never be too busy for my favorite people, and you're one of them.
I should really get back to doing more readings and writing my essays. Maybe I'll write to you again later.
I miss you. I'm so sorry for last Saturday. I promise to make more time, somehow. We should go watch a movie. Thats the closest i can get to lying on your chest and listening to your heartbeat in the dark, which in my head is one of the most romantic little things ever.
okay back to getting more work done.
Being busy is such a lousy and unacceptable excuse. Sometimes i'm really mad at myself for using busy-ness as a convenient excuse, I mean I really am busy, but that doesn't make it okay. Ideally I should never be too busy for my favorite people, and you're one of them.
I should really get back to doing more readings and writing my essays. Maybe I'll write to you again later.
I miss you. I'm so sorry for last Saturday. I promise to make more time, somehow. We should go watch a movie. Thats the closest i can get to lying on your chest and listening to your heartbeat in the dark, which in my head is one of the most romantic little things ever.
okay back to getting more work done.
Feb 14, 2012
“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.
“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”
“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”
“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”
“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”
“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”
“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”
“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. ”
“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”
“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.
“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”
Coelho's The Alchemist
“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”
“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”
“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”
“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”
“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”
“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”
“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. ”
“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”
“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.
“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”
Coelho's The Alchemist
Feb 12, 2012
hey love, i hope your week ahead will be a good one. concentrate on being less exhausted and generally happier/ more fulfilled, at least that's what i've been trying to do. easier said than done though.
♥
"I wont give up on us
even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
And when you're needing your space
to do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
to see what you find
cos even the stars they burn
some even fall to the earth
we've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it"
Mraz's I won't give up
♥
"I wont give up on us
even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
And when you're needing your space
to do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
to see what you find
cos even the stars they burn
some even fall to the earth
we've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it"
Mraz's I won't give up
Feb 5, 2012
" But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden cause man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.
What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness? "
Kundera's The Unbereable Lightness of Being.
At twenty, I am sure I want lightness.
But, is it possible to have both?
I missed you, not the crazy kind of miss, but the genuine kind of miss. I want to talk to you, because I have no clue on what is going on in your life. I wonder if we can spend the whole afternoon talking about everything and nothing, while sipping coffee. I just read an article on how biking accidents are on a rise, so bike safe. I'm obviously incoherent, so g'night.
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden cause man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.
What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness? "
Kundera's The Unbereable Lightness of Being.
At twenty, I am sure I want lightness.
But, is it possible to have both?
I missed you, not the crazy kind of miss, but the genuine kind of miss. I want to talk to you, because I have no clue on what is going on in your life. I wonder if we can spend the whole afternoon talking about everything and nothing, while sipping coffee. I just read an article on how biking accidents are on a rise, so bike safe. I'm obviously incoherent, so g'night.
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